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Grand ol' lady on the grand ol' river
Water to the north, water to the south
Water to the east, water to the west
Gossamer veils hold it away
Mother nature fires
We dodge the bullet
Only to drown
From failed man-made murals of hubris
Noah is long dead
Saviors are rare in rising waters
Rescue only by ebbing's recession
Back into the wetted world whence it came
The city awaits the emergence of Jonah
Who will come with clefs--
--Alto, treble, tenor, and base
Embouchure applied to his whale's spout
In a water world
Sweet strains are the driest things
With handles to grasp and fix fast
So the songs will continue, sung
About the Creator
Gerard DiLeo
Retired, not tired. In Life Phase II: Living and writing from a decommissioned church in Hull, MA. (Phase I was New Orleans and everything that entails. Hippocampus, behave!
https://www.amazon.com/Gerard-DiLeo/e/B00JE6LL2W/
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Comments (1)
Melancholy and heartbreak!!!❤️❤️💕